"But before you make the call--" I said "--I should remind you of the Sexual Freedom Charter that the federal government introduced."I could almost se... the steam blowing from her nostrils. "BUT THAT DOESN'T ALLOW THE LIKES..."I didn't give her a chance to finish as I raised my voice to match hers. "MA'AM," I said, "THE SEXUAL FREEDOM CHARTER THAT HAS BEEN INTRODUCED BY OUR LONG SERVING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT ALLOWS FOR PUBLIC BEHAVIOUR OF THE TYPE WE WERE ENGAGING IN..." And I went on to quote the. Her pussy was spread wide and you could easily make out her wetness, not just coating her lips, but adding a sheen to her inner thighs, as well.I heard the sounds of more kissing before a low moan and her narration resumed. "That's it, suck my nipples. Your breath feels so hot on my tits. Oh god, yes, squeeze them like that. Pinch the tips. Yes. Keep sucking, that feels wonderful."And so it went for a while before she let out a sharp little shriek and exclaimed, "Oh, you naughty boy! No,. . I start gently kissing and biting your leg from just above the knee and hear the occasional whimper as I move nearer to the wetness between your lips. Suddenly, as the teasing gets too much, you grab my hair and forcefully pull my head towards you. I inhale the wonderful aroma of lust between your legs and cannot resist running my tongue up and down your swollen lips. I start pressing harder, slide two fingers into you and find the spot. It has all become too much. Memories of a previous. Which is no hardship, 'cause we want to anyway.There must have been an unspoken signal, a look in your eyes, or in mine, something… We move toward each other again, kissing, tasting each other, our hands roving again… I cup your tits, pinch and twist and tug at your nipples. Your teeth worry at my throat, my own sweet vampire. We play without apparent purpose for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, just reveling in pleasure - and then there's another of those silent signals. Your eyes meet mine and.